Chapter 2 Son of God’s Favorite

"No, there is no need to do this!" Lagrange grabbed Joseph's shoulders and said excitedly: "This brand-new derivation is enough to prove your ability. I will go back to the university today to apply for academic certificate documents for you."

"Thank you very much!" Joseph was overjoyed. He broke free from the old mathematician's hand, saluted him, and rushed out the door.

Lagrange wanted to give a speech, but found that the person had run away.

He was stunned and quickly chased after him, anxiously saying:

"How did Your Highness come up with the idea of differentiable functions? Tell me what you think!"

The teenagers in the classroom looked at each other. After a while, someone hesitated and said, "Who can tell me, has the prince graduated?"

"It seems so."

"But he just came today..."

The young man stared at Joseph's back with piercing eyes, and said bitterly: "No, he must have cheated!"

Andre rolled his eyes at him without any trace, and put Lagrange's question in front of him:

"This question was raised temporarily by the professor. Your Highness's proof is a brand new mathematical discovery. If the Duke of Chartres thinks that cheating can achieve this purpose, maybe he can try it himself."

The Duke of Chartres stared at the completely incomprehensible formulas as if struck by lightning. He has always considered himself a leader among the young generation of the royal family, but now he can't even understand the proof process written by others...

Could it be that Joseph's previous incompetence was all feigned, just to embarrass himself?

He clenched his fists hard, Joseph, just wait, sooner or later I will make you crawl under my feet!

Joseph naturally couldn't hear the conversation between several people, but even if he heard it, he wouldn't care. It was just a child's quarrel. What he is thinking about now is that he can finally participate in politics, how to rectify France and avoid the outbreak of violence. Something happened in my head.

Lagrange caught up with him, breathless, and questioned him for a long time. Suddenly he felt that he saw something from the prince's evidence, and said to himself:

"What if f(a) is not equal to f(b)…"

He muttered a few times, his expression became serious, and he hurriedly bid farewell to Joseph and returned directly to the university office.

Joseph watched him go away and said softly:

"If f(a)≠f(b), that's your Lagrangian mean value theorem. I wish you good luck proving it a few years ago."

After the old mathematician disappeared, he waved to the attendant who had been following him:

"Iman, where is Her Majesty the Queen now?"

The tall blond young man hurriedly bowed and said: "Your Highness, Her Majesty the Queen is in her tea room."

Joseph nodded to him, turned around and ran towards the end of the wide corridor. The strenuous exercise made him cough, and then he remembered that he had not recovered from pneumonia - the original owner was very weak, and it had been more than a month since the pneumonia, and he had not recovered yet. sign.

He waved to Iman who was approaching him to indicate that he was okay, then walked more than a hundred meters and finally saw the door of the Queen's Tea Room.

Starting today, I can finally show off my skills and start saving myself! He took a deep breath, pushed open the door between the guards on both sides, and strode in.

In the warm and elegant tea room, Queen Mary, who has a two-foot-tall hairstyle, fair skin, and beautiful light blue eyes, is sitting on an oriental-style armchair, holding documents in one hand and black tea in the other. . He was listening carefully to the minister next to him, who seemed to be dealing with government affairs - Louis XVI stayed in the lockmaking workshop all day, so the Queen spent most of her time in charge of government affairs.

Joseph sighed secretly in his heart. Louis XVI was actually one of the few benevolent kings in French history, but he inherited a France riddled with holes. In addition, he is not very good at governing the country and is obsessed with making locks. Eventually, the people fell into dire straits and the epidemic broke out. Great destiny.

In a time of peace and prosperity, Sixteen might have been a good and well-loved king. In fact, Joseph was so impressed with him that he really wanted to save his life if he could.

The voice of the etiquette officer came from the side: "The prince has arrived——"

In accordance with court etiquette, Joseph took a half step back towards Queen Mary with his right foot, touched her breast and saluted. Then he saluted the ministers in the room one by one. Then he walked forward excitedly and said to the queen:

"Mom, I passed my college mathematics graduation exam!"

Queen Mary's eyes flashed with excitement. She put down the document and held his hand happily:

"Joseph, you are so proud of me and your father!"

She had previously sent someone to verify the prince's studies and confirmed that he had passed all subjects with honors except mathematics. In other words, he had already completed his courses at the University of Paris!

She looked at her son with a complicated expression: "Why didn't you tell me and your father to study secretly by yourself? I mean, you can definitely learn from famous teachers."

In order to explain why he suddenly became a top student, Joseph could only make up an excuse, saying that he had been studying privately for many years.

"Because..." Joseph said bravely, "I want to give you a surprise."

"What a wonderful surprise!" The Queen picked up a piece of strawberry pudding and stuffed it into his mouth, then stroked his slightly curly hair lovingly, "How come you have so much knowledge in your little head?"

Next to him, a tall and thin man wearing a dark blue patterned crepe collar tights with a circle of sapphires inlaid on the collar frowned and asked the minister next to him in a low voice:

"Bishop Briand, the Crown Prince just said he completed college mathematics?"

The latter nodded: "It seems so."

 "how so?"

"I was shocked too."

Behind them, the Queen's trusted scribe whispered:

"Not only mathematics, His Highness also completed more than ten courses in physics, chemistry, mathematics, geometry, English, etc. at the University of Paris."

Several ministers around him suddenly widened their eyes when they heard this: "How is this possible?!"

"I remember, the prince is only thirteen years old, right?!"

"It's incredible!"

"Yes." The secretary sighed, "Those teachers who have taught His Highness all call him 'God's beloved son'."

"Son of God? Haha, with such a talented crown prince, France will be even more glorious!"

"God bless France!"

Joseph ignored the rainbow farts of the ministers, broke away from the queen's hands, and said to her eagerly:

"Her Majesty, according to the agreement, can I participate in politics?"

Queen Mary nodded affectionately: "Yes, my genius son. Oh, by the way, I suggest you go to the Paris City Hall first to gain some experience."

Joseph frowned, he wanted to rectify France! Basically stop the angry people from massacring the entire royal family! What can I do at City Hall? Working in urban transportation? Or sewage treatment?

He had watched many documentaries about France getting rich before, and knew that the core problem in France was finance - the collapse of officialdom, the inability to provide disaster relief, the disloyalty of nobles, etc., all of which were caused by the financial collapse.

Therefore, to rectify France, we must first rectify the finances!

Joseph looked at the Queen and said tentatively: "I think maybe the Minister of Finance is more suitable for me."

Queen Mary smiled kindly after hearing this. France's fiscal problem is a stubborn one. Since Louis XVI came to the throne, almost all the energy of the government and the people has been focused on solving the financial crisis, but they have been unable to do anything.

How could a thirteen-year-old boy, even the "Son of God", shoulder such a heavy burden?

She put away her smile, thought for a moment, and said, "Joseph, if you are interested in finance, you can go to the Paris Tax Office first."

Joseph knew this was because he didn't believe in his abilities, but that was normal since his body was only thirteen years old. He had no choice but to settle for the next best thing:

"Then let me be the assistant to the Minister of Finance?"

The assistant at this time was actually the deputy minister of finance and the second-in-command in finance.